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“To, um, ask you to fuck me, and I’m here to do that,” Alex said, feeling himself blush to the roots of his hair.

“This is good, considering you said just a few short hours ago, and I quote: ‘Never gonna happen, pervert.’”

“Well, I’ve had time to reconsider.”

“Okay, go ahead, then.” Tyler sat back expectantly, arms crossed over his chest.

Alex frowned. “What?”

“Go ahead – ask. You just said you were here to ask me, but you haven’t actually done it yet.”

Alex took another deep breath, trying to steady himself. Of course Tyler was going to turn this into a power game; Solange had been right about that. All he had to do was get through this. It’s just sex…

“Please, will you fuck me, sir?” he said through gritted teeth.

“Hmm, it doesn’t sound like a very enticing invitation, delivered like that,” Tyler replied. “Try again – and at least try and sound as if you mean it.”

Alex tried again. “I’d love it if you fucked me,” he said in what he hoped was a sultry tone, doing his best to put some enthusiasm into it.

“Better, but I still don’t believe you,” Tyler laughed. “I think you’re just saying it – and I want you to mean it.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“Really? You’ve seduced enough people in your time – I’d have thought you’d be an old hand at it.” Tyler winked at him. “Go on – try again. How would you like me to fuck you? Up the arse? In your mouth?”

“Any way you like,” Alex replied, with a shrug. “Um, I mean, you’re in charge, sir. I’m yours to do whatever you like with.”

Tyler sighed and twirled his finger in the air. “I know that. I want details, Alexander. I want you to look and sound sexy, and I want to believe you really desire whatever it is you’re offering. ”

Alex tried to think back to his many so-called “seductions”, but mainly recalled a series of croc’ed up encounters in clubs. “Um,” he said again, floundering.

Tyler rolled his eyes. “Well, firstly – get on your knees in front of me,” he instructed.

Alex steeled himself and then knelt.

“That’s better. I like you like that.” Tyler grinned. “Now – try again.”

“I’d like you to fuck me,” Alex said, putting as much emotion into it as he could.

“With what?” Tyler asked, picking up his mug of coffee from the side table and taking a sip. “Elaborate, Alexander. What would you like me to fuck you with? My big fat cock maybe?”

“Yes, sir. Please fuck me with your big fat cock,” Alex repeated dutifully.

“Where?” Tyler asked.

“Here – on the sofa?” Alex suggested.

Tyler sighed again. “No, what part of your body would you like me to fuck with my big fat cock?”

Alex considered taking Tyler’s cock in his mouth, but he honestly thought he’d gag on it. He didn’t like the idea of taking it up his arse, either, but at least he wouldn’t have to do anything except lie there.

“Please, fuck me up the arse with your big fat cock,” he responded.

“Would you like that?” Tyler took another sip of his coffee.

“Yes.”

“Take off your clothes and say it again, then,” Tyler ordered.

Alex blushed even harder, but he removed his clothes as ordered. Tyler had already viewed the footage of him having sex with various clients, so it wasn’t as if he had anything to hide. Finally, naked, he sank down on his knees in front of Tyler again.

“Please fuck me up the arse with your big fat cock, sir,” he croaked pathetically.

“Why?” Tyler asked.

“Uh…” Alex floundered. “Because you want to? Because I want you to?”

“For what reason? ”

“To… come?” Alex suggested, confused.

Tyler roared with laughter. “Young people – it’s always about the end result, not the journey.

No, Alexander, I want to know why you want me to fuck your sweet arse.

I want you to tell me how it’ll make you feel, and what pleasures you anticipate.

Maybe throw in some references to what a horny little whore you are and how you can’t wait to be filled by a real man’s cock. Something like that.”

Alex stared at him, feeling an old sense of petulance rising up inside.

“Well?” Tyler asked. “Running out of steam? Not as up for it as you thought? I sense resistance.”

“No, I’m just not used to sounding like I’m in a really bad porn flick,” he snapped. “All this shit about how horny I am for your big fat real man’s cock.” He bit on his lip to shut himself up, too late, and flinched in anticipation of a blow, but Tyler simply gave a smug smirk.

“Oh dear, and you were doing so well.” He put his cup of coffee back on the side table.

“Come here.” He beckoned, and Alex shuffled over to him on his hands and knees.

“As tempting as your clumsy attempt at seduction was, Alexander, I’m going to have to decline.

See, I don’t want your grudging acquiescence – I want you to capitulate, totally and completely.

I want it so that taking my cock is your one aim and all-consuming passion.

So that you can think of nothing you’d like better in the whole world than to feel me fucking your tight little arsehole.

I want you to beg, plead, and whimper for my touch.

Only then will I deign to fuck you – and afterwards, you’ll be so grateful you’ll cry your slutty little heart out and beg me to do it all over again. ”

Alex sat back on his heels, feeling stupid, small, and very naked.

Solange was right – Tyler got off on the power, not the sex, and while he was very good at sex, that was almost irrelevant right now.

Tyler wanted nothing less than his most abject humiliation and surrender, and he wasn’t going to stop until he got it.

“Now, in order to convince me, I want you to follow a simple order. Think you can do that?” Tyler asked.

Alex nodded mutely.

“Good. So, when I click my fingers and say your name, I want you to get down on your hands and knees, crawl towards me, and convince me that you’re my horny little whore who’s desperate for me to fuck you. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” Alex said.

“Remember – wherever and whenever I click my fingers at you – that’s your cue to crawl up to me and beg to be fucked. Got it?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Then we’re done for now. Piss off.” Tyler picked up his holopad and returned to his reading, ignoring Alex altogether.

Alex’s entire body burned with humiliation as he pulled his clothes back on, but Tyler carried on sipping his coffee and reading his holopad without giving him another glance.

Solange was waiting for him in their suite, but he just shook his head at her mutely.

He returned to his room, threw himself on the bed, and stared up at the ceiling miserably.

Somehow, he had to lose every shred of himself in order to convince Tyler that he wanted to be fucked by him, even though they both knew it wasn’t true.

Even though he’d spent all his servitude trying to hold on to his identity, Tyler wasn’t going to stop until he’d annihilated his sense of self completely.

He was well and truly out of his depth pitted against such a master manipulator, and he didn’t know what to do next. He despaired of ever being able to give Tyler what he wanted – and was terrified of what would happen if he didn’t.

He had an unexpected respite for a couple of weeks as Tyler went away on business, and he was kept busy entertaining the usual steady stream of “guests”, managing to do his job with a reasonable facsimile of enthusiasm – enough to fool them and Tyler’s cameras at least – or so he hoped.

In private, it was a different story, as he became more withdrawn.

He felt as if he were splitting into two: the charming, obliging prostitute who took Tyler’s clients to his bed and gave them a good time, and the melancholy recluse who spent most of his time in his bedroom, trying to conjure up some way out of this nightmare.

He knew Solange and Ted were both worried about him, but as his personality fractured and his depression deepened, he felt less and less able to communicate with them.

Upon Tyler’s return, he and Solange were called to a meeting a few floors below.

He’d never been that far downstairs before, and wondered what could possibly be happening as they filed into a huge ballroom filled with Tyler’s staff.

Drummond was standing at the front, on a podium, his cold gaze raking around the room, watching for any sign of disorder.

Alex spotted several familiar faces – Chef, Lorenzo, Mason – and a crowd of other people he’d never met, all of them wearing the black Tyler livery and ID tags.

When they were all gathered, Tyler swept in. Silence fell immediately as he made his way to the podium – his indentured servants were well trained.

“As some of you know, Tyler Tech will be hosting a conference on floating city technology next weekend,” he announced. “I can think of nowhere more appropriate to hold it than right here – on the UK’s very first floating city.”

He paused, and Drummond led a round of sycophantic applause.

“We have over three hundred delegates attending, from all over the world, the most important of whom will be accommodated here, at Vertex Tower. You all have your jobs to do, and you know what those are, but first and foremost we must make our guests feel welcome, and show them a good time. The conference will last for three days, and there will be a full programme of events. Alexander and Solange…” He glanced at them.

“Lorenzo will introduce you to some key people; you will make them especially welcome. Mr Drummond will brief the security team on their responsibilities during the conference.” He nodded at the burly men bunched together at one side – Alex noticed Ted and Mick amongst them.